If I remember everything,

You’ll say I misremembered this or that.

But I do remember some things

And if you’ll indulge me just this once:

 

Rive Gauche-bound with erotic notions

Rapacious and acquisitive,

Impassioned and satisfied.

Sitting close together,

Tangled like the vines of the Tuileries.

 

Lethal doses of carnality,

Fiery and foolhardy,

Tender and coy.

Steam plumes,

Billowing like the trains of the Gare du Nord.

 

Lofty eyes and

Dulcet voices

My personal muse in Montparnasse.

-poem by Peter Lengyel 

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